Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.